Quick Time Travel: The Loyal Dog and the Male God Contract Order

Chapter 367 The Zombies of the Apocalypse Come Knocking on the Door (47)
Because the base is not too big, the two met Ling by chance on the way for a walk.

Ling said that because he saw Kai found his ex-girlfriend at that time, the scene was so touching that he couldn't help but miss his relatives and asked around where his parents are now.

Finally, Huangtian paid off. He found out the news when he was helping an old lady cross the road. This old lady was one of his mother's friends in the square dance event at night.

So on a dark and stormy night, Ling finally found his mother among a group of square dancing aunts, each of them crying with each other, and now he moved back home.

Fu Xin suddenly felt relieved, only felt that the hard work of himself and Wei Qianhang was finally not in vain.

Ling noticed the blood on Wei Qianhang's neck, and asked in surprise, "What happened to him?"

Fu Xin said helplessly: "I was bitten by a zombie."

Ling let out an "ah?", and couldn't help asking Fu Xin, "Did you bite? The scale is so big."

Damn, it's obviously a joke!
If it wasn't for Fu Xin and Wei Qianhang who were still indulging in the sorrow of being infected by zombies, they would have wanted Ling to try the power of smashing bones with their fists.

Fu Xin deeply realized that these zombies not only moved faster, talked, fell in love, and found their mothers, but they were also good at teasing people. It goes without saying that they gradually recovered their previous memories , even with that sense of humor returning.

Fortunately, Ling was quite conscientious, and when he asked a little bit, he felt that something was wrong, so he changed his mouth and said, "You can't bite. Will it cause infection?"

Fu Xin rubbed his temples: "A naughty zombie bit him today. I don't know if he will be infected now. We are waiting for the results from the institute."

"Oh"

As Ling, who has already transformed from a human into a zombie, and then merged into a human as a zombie, he was not so nervous when he heard these words. A lonely experience in the life of a zombie was buried in his past memory like dust, and now everything is gone. When it's over, he doesn't care.

He stretched out his hand and patted Wei Qianhang's shoulder: "You, don't worry, you've become a zombie. I'll cover you. I helped the old ladies within a radius of ten miles to cross the road. They were so kind to me. They would call me me when they played mahjong and played square dances. Can cover you."

Wei Qianhang has a full black line.

Thinking about what would happen if he really turned into a zombie and then went through a period of mental retardation with a blank brain, and was led by Ling and his gang to play with the old lady without conscience, playing mahjong, playing cards and square dancing every day, he couldn't help but feel his temples twitching.

"Ling, I take your heart, just cover me."

After finishing speaking, he dragged Fu Xin and ran away, leaving Ling alone with Monk Zhang Er confused.

He thought to himself that there was nothing wrong with his speech, why he was stunned because he felt a little panic from Wei Qianhang's movements, as if he had done something to him.

Alas, there is still a generation gap between humans and zombies. He doesn't understand the thoughts of young people, unlike old ladies playing mahjong and square dancing.

Fu Xin held back her laughter all the way, and burst into tears: "Why do I suddenly feel that it's good for you to become a zombie? You can release your nature, and you can fall in love with me when you have nothing to do. You can live a stress-free life every day and live a happy and fulfilling life." Peak."

When the word pressure was mentioned, Wei Qianhang could not help but think that his current life is indeed quite stressful.

The elimination of the zombie virus has always been on the agenda, but it has never been solved, so that the time he spent with Fu Xin was spent on research, and he could only hear a few naughty words from her in the occasional intermission.

I have a feeling of being ashamed of this love.

(End of this chapter)